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thecapitol2013-12-15 06:36 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-15 06:36 am
Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ john a. zoidberg,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ zelos wilder
The Crowning of Enjolras
WHO| All Tributes and Victor, plus a few Capitol guests
WHAT| The Crowning of Enjolras
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WHEN| A few weeks after the end of the Arena
WARNINGS| Forced medical experimentation, needles.
The atmosphere surrounding the Crowning is both tense and secretive. The style teams flutter around listlessly, having received no information from which to draft their designs. Newspapers take bets on when it will be announced where the Crowning is being held, descending into grousing when no press release is given. Peacekeepers pour in and out of the Tribute Center, accompanied by scientists who occasionally pull Tributes aside and look at the veins in their elbows. Even the Avoxes seem jumpier than usual.
Aside from the Tribute Center's new giant marble statute of a nude Enjolras, posed like the famed David, one could almost forget the party is supposed to be celebratory.
When the day arrives, the Escorts and their assistants don't lead the Tributes to their style teams to be gussied instead. Instead, they hush the Tributes and bring them to their bedrooms, where a Peacekeeper, a white-coated citizen and several Avoxes await them. The Escorts instruct the Tributes to lay down in their bed and close their eyes, and a needle is inserted into their arms that the Escorts insist will 'take them to the party'. It's soon followed by a series of sensors taped to the forehead.
Just relax, the Escorts say, and they do their very best to make sure their Tributes feel minimal anxiety. If the Tributes resist too much, more Peacekeepers are called in, and the Tributes are forced into submission.
The first effect is a sort of paralysis - not the terrifying inability to move, but a signal to the brain that says why move? Moving is so much effort. It's quickly followed by drowsiness, and then a chill that radiates from the needle into the body, and finally, unconsciousness.
And that is when the party begins. The Tributes, now dressed in luxurious 1830's French clothing of a quality beyond even what their Stylists could manage, wake up in the front row of a large stone theater setting reminiscent of, simultaneously, Greek and French architecture. The floor of the theater is filled with buffets of every imaginable sort of food. Rose petals fall from the sky, which displays a sunset worthy of award-winning photography.
For his part, Enjolras sits in a throne made of books on the ring of the amphitheater, flanked by Marius, Cosette, Eponine, and bizarrely enough Venus Dee Milo and Ellie, seated on lush pillows and carpets made of dinosaur skin (with the heads comically attached and eyes lolling).
"Welcome, welcome, our Tributes and Mentors, to the first ever somnofestival, sponsored by Hypnogogia!" Caesar Flickerman, noted talkshow host and Games presenter, appears in a fabulous sequined toga in the center of the amphitheater. He doesn't need a microphone; the acoustics here are flawless. "And congratulations to our Victor! Let us hear it for Enjolras!"
He awaits applause.
"As you may have noticed, you're inside a shared dream, due to the just fantastic technology from the Capitol and certain, ah, biological contributions from our dear favorite Aunamee." He holds a hand out and gestures to Aunamee, anticipating wild applause. "We thought that for our most philosophical Victor yet, we should celebrate in a way that's a little bit…cerebral."
Caesar laughs and gestures at all the food, then puts a cheeky finger to his lips. "By all means, enjoy yourselves. Even the most indulgent desserts here won't show up on your hips tomorrow. The party only last three hours, so you might as well get started!"
He vanishes into thin air, leaving the Tributes to celebrate. Occasionally, the Tributes will hear voices in their heads - chatter from the Peacekeeper and scientist and Escort still in their room, in the waking world. Otherwise, this is a party like any other, if somewhat surreal in nature.
-/-
The party begins the same way for all the Tributes. For an unlucky few, however, it soon diverges as they come under an unfortunate glitch in the system.
They'll look around and find only a handful of their fellow Tributes around them. The sky, rather than being a magnificent splay of color, is now blank white, and yet the lighting in the theater seems dim. A sense of panic, detached from any conscious thoughts, surges forth in them like the tide.
For them, this isn't a shared dream. This is a shared nightmare.
WHAT| The Crowning of Enjolras
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WHEN| A few weeks after the end of the Arena
WARNINGS| Forced medical experimentation, needles.
The atmosphere surrounding the Crowning is both tense and secretive. The style teams flutter around listlessly, having received no information from which to draft their designs. Newspapers take bets on when it will be announced where the Crowning is being held, descending into grousing when no press release is given. Peacekeepers pour in and out of the Tribute Center, accompanied by scientists who occasionally pull Tributes aside and look at the veins in their elbows. Even the Avoxes seem jumpier than usual.
Aside from the Tribute Center's new giant marble statute of a nude Enjolras, posed like the famed David, one could almost forget the party is supposed to be celebratory.
When the day arrives, the Escorts and their assistants don't lead the Tributes to their style teams to be gussied instead. Instead, they hush the Tributes and bring them to their bedrooms, where a Peacekeeper, a white-coated citizen and several Avoxes await them. The Escorts instruct the Tributes to lay down in their bed and close their eyes, and a needle is inserted into their arms that the Escorts insist will 'take them to the party'. It's soon followed by a series of sensors taped to the forehead.
Just relax, the Escorts say, and they do their very best to make sure their Tributes feel minimal anxiety. If the Tributes resist too much, more Peacekeepers are called in, and the Tributes are forced into submission.
The first effect is a sort of paralysis - not the terrifying inability to move, but a signal to the brain that says why move? Moving is so much effort. It's quickly followed by drowsiness, and then a chill that radiates from the needle into the body, and finally, unconsciousness.
And that is when the party begins. The Tributes, now dressed in luxurious 1830's French clothing of a quality beyond even what their Stylists could manage, wake up in the front row of a large stone theater setting reminiscent of, simultaneously, Greek and French architecture. The floor of the theater is filled with buffets of every imaginable sort of food. Rose petals fall from the sky, which displays a sunset worthy of award-winning photography.
For his part, Enjolras sits in a throne made of books on the ring of the amphitheater, flanked by Marius, Cosette, Eponine, and bizarrely enough Venus Dee Milo and Ellie, seated on lush pillows and carpets made of dinosaur skin (with the heads comically attached and eyes lolling).
"Welcome, welcome, our Tributes and Mentors, to the first ever somnofestival, sponsored by Hypnogogia!" Caesar Flickerman, noted talkshow host and Games presenter, appears in a fabulous sequined toga in the center of the amphitheater. He doesn't need a microphone; the acoustics here are flawless. "And congratulations to our Victor! Let us hear it for Enjolras!"
He awaits applause.
"As you may have noticed, you're inside a shared dream, due to the just fantastic technology from the Capitol and certain, ah, biological contributions from our dear favorite Aunamee." He holds a hand out and gestures to Aunamee, anticipating wild applause. "We thought that for our most philosophical Victor yet, we should celebrate in a way that's a little bit…cerebral."
Caesar laughs and gestures at all the food, then puts a cheeky finger to his lips. "By all means, enjoy yourselves. Even the most indulgent desserts here won't show up on your hips tomorrow. The party only last three hours, so you might as well get started!"
He vanishes into thin air, leaving the Tributes to celebrate. Occasionally, the Tributes will hear voices in their heads - chatter from the Peacekeeper and scientist and Escort still in their room, in the waking world. Otherwise, this is a party like any other, if somewhat surreal in nature.
-/-
The party begins the same way for all the Tributes. For an unlucky few, however, it soon diverges as they come under an unfortunate glitch in the system.
They'll look around and find only a handful of their fellow Tributes around them. The sky, rather than being a magnificent splay of color, is now blank white, and yet the lighting in the theater seems dim. A sense of panic, detached from any conscious thoughts, surges forth in them like the tide.
For them, this isn't a shared dream. This is a shared nightmare.
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"Well when we get you home I'm sure a cure will seem like child's play after all this...heck maybe we can get you some tools and information from the Capitol labs?" She suggested "If they can create monsters and clone us with our memories and junk who's to say you couldn't be a goddess with their gear?"
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That included telling them she was infected, handing over a deadly weapon, and actually trusting them. Still, she had thought long and hard about it, before eventually telling herself it wouldn't work. "I just don't know. Maybe I'll bring it up to someone someday."
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"I just want to see the people I like here happy. Whatever that takes. And there's alotta potential for that once you do like we've done and go crazy enough to not mind all the bloodshed."
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Instead, Holiday just grimaced as she thought. "Punch my boss in the face... If it's not a sexual impulse, it's a violent one. I need to have happier thoughts or something."
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"Well we can set up some targets down in the training hall that look like your boss. That'd be a good start. But that's a little too safe. What about impulsive? Something we can do here. Maybe even at this party? Especially since ya know...it's all in our heads."
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"I... don't know... What do you want to do?" Help her, Harley.
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Was that unexpected enough? Or had Holiday predicted getting a taste of Harley's cotton candy lip gloss?
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That's not exactly a thing that happens to this woman. She hadn't been kissed in years. Never by a woman. And yes, that sure was cotton candy. It takes a moment for her mind to come back to her, then she blinks a few times and the rest of the world hits her in the face. Not one of romance and cuddling, but her job. Always her job. She grabs Harley's arms. "Harley, no! I'm sick. I- I-... I'm in our heads..."
It wasn't real. She couldn't pass on her nanites, because it wasn't real.
Oh, thank God.
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"It's just a dream sweetie. And a tasty one~" She licked her lips. "I've been thinking of doing that for weeks!" She confessed with a giggle.
Then an eyebrow raise "What was that about being in my head?" surely a scary place.
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A year ago, she would be awkward and freaking out. This place has certainly made an impression on her.
"Oh, I just remembered that it wasn't real. I mean- Well, I don't really-" Holiday scratched behind her neck. "I can't really do stuff like that in the real world. Like I said, I'm kind of sick."
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The rest of her explanation made her look worried, more for holiday them herself.
"What's the diagnosis Doc?"
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The diagnosis was an entirely different thing, though. "It's sort of a thing that's special to my home. I'm not really sick per say, but I am a carrier. I'd really hate for someone to actually get sick because of me."
She was still not too big on giving out too many details to any Capitol personnel listening in. Some day, she hoped to use it as a biological weapon. It would suck if her plans got out first.
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"Well lucky you, I've had some modifications of my own." She fluttered her eyelashes. "Thanks to my supergenius best friend, I immune to most toxins, poisons and buggies. I don't even get allergies anymore." She bragged proudly.
"There's no way your kiss is more deadly then hers, her first name is literally Poison." She giggled.
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Her problem was technological, though... but it became a medical one as soon as they activated. If the immunities did work, that would be pretty great.
"You think it'll work with my problem? If it can, then I really like your friend."
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And she was, but saying things like that wasn't really to Holiday's actions as of late. She might as well, though. They had already kissed, after all.
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She leaned in to nuzzle at Holiday's face brushing cheek to cheek, just so she could whisper in her ear "So aside from the OMG-Harley-be-safe thing...how did that sudden and spontaneous girl on girl smooch in a room full of people feel?" She purred wondering if it had the desired effect of being both sudden, surprising and taboo.
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She giggled to herself, knowing she should be freaking out just a little bit more than she currently was, but liked this whole situation too much for that.
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"So are you ready to be a little spontaneous yourself?" She added "A little reckless? Live a little dangerously and know you don't have to regret a thing?" Which was just a long way of Harley asking Holiday to try smooching her back.
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Holiday blushed a little harder and held her hands in front of her smile. "Are you sure? I mean-" Of course, she was sure. Stop over thinking it. So, she put her hands back on Harley's arms and moved closer. "I don't do this," she giggled to herself before finally kissing Harley back lightly.
It was so weird and so exciting and damn she really liked this.
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